by Sessha Batto
The elite kept his breathing slow and regular, opening one eye a crack to try and get his bearings. Where the hell am I? He struggled to catch more than broken glimpses of a man's chest and the foliage. Yoshi forced himself to keep up the pretense of sleep as his mind searched for a way to escape.
He almost gave his ruse away when he was dumped unceremoniously on the ground, the person carrying him huffing as they moved away. The shadow wolf carefully peeked under his eyelid, catching sight of a dark haired man at the far side of the clearing. Now I remember. He suppressed a shudder. It's the boy I met all those years ago, the one who said he’d rescue me. Kidnap me, more like it, Yoshi decided as he recalled how he’d been drugged. What I really need to do is leave a sign. Someone will come looking for me … I hope.
The elite shinobi wracked his brain, trying to come up with a way to leave a signal for anyone searching, while not giving away the fact that he was conscious. He hadn’t had a chance to dress properly, all he had on were Makoto's sweat pants. Just then his attention was drawn to the other side of the clearing where Kenta was making an elaborate series of gestures.
“You have news for me pet?” Kazuki's sibilant voice carried easily to where Yoshi lay. This just went from bad directly to worst. The shadow wolf had no trouble identifying the speaker. My nutcase works for the shuudan's number one enemy. He closed his eyes and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation. The more I know the better my position.
“Our information was correct,” Kenta replied. “I believe the best path to the Shuhan is through his lover, one Fukazawa Souta. He's one of the Shuhan's guards, and they’re always together. Take him out and Sato will be at your mercy.”
Sato? They can’t mean Daisuke, he's just a weapons instructor. The shadow wolf considered his options given this new information, and decided the wisest plan was for him to not drag the shuudan into this. If Kazuki was involved it wasn’t worth the risk to everyone he had sworn to protect. Maybe I can find a way to escape, someday. At least I had one good night first.
“Why aren’t you here?” Kazuki asked. “I said three days.”
“Well, uh,” his apprentice stammered. “I had an opportunity so … I have Takahashi with me.”
“Very good, pet. I love initiative.”
“He's unconscious, and heavy,” Kenta admitted. “I could use some help.”
“I don’t think so,” Kazuki replied. “You wanted him, I think it only fair you get him here.” With that he severed the connection, leaving his apprentice to curse in frustration.
“Fine,” Kenta muttered as he headed back to where the shadow wolf lay. He quickly administered both an antidote and a stimulant before dragging the apparently unconscious man to his feet. “You need to walk for me, beautiful.” He towed a stumbling Yoshi across the clearing and into the woods again. “We’re only halfway there and my master is impatient. I trust I won’t regret reviving you?”
Yoshi studied the ground and shook his head no. He’d spent too much time serving harsh masters to cross one without a plan. Kenta grabbed his arm in an iron grip and forced the pace, breaking into a run once they cleared the glade's edge and its thick undergrowth.
****
Makoto was wearing a track into the floor of his office as he awaited word from the trackers. Aya and the rest of the Koga clan were busy combing the forest in hope of catching the shadow wolf's scent. The torture master could stand it no longer and strode out of his office, heading up to the Shuhan's.
“Any word?” He burst through the doors, only to stop dead at the sight of Souta splayed across the Shuhan's desk, reddened ass raised high in the air and held in place by Daisuke's iron grip as the he slid between inflamed cheeks.
“Oh, Kami, I’m sorry,” the interrogator choked as he covered his eyes and turned to leave. “Please forgive my intrusion, Shuhan-sama.”
“That's quite alright, Makoto. After all, I didn’t lock the door.”
“Dai, what?” Souta sputtered before he was cut off by a sharp smack to his ass.
“Did I say you could speak?”
“No.”
“Just for that I think you deserve some extra punishment. Maybe I should let Sasaki-san spank you. I’m sure he’d teach you a lesson,” the new Shuhan ground out between thrusts.
“NO!” both men yelled at once.
“You just earned yourself another punishment, Sou-chan,” Daisuke decided. “I don’t recall giving you a vote. As for you, Makoto, I’d be interested in watching your technique. I'm sure it would take your mind off things.”
“I’d rather not, Shuhan-sama. I wouldn’t want to permanently damage your ‘pet’, and I’m not sure my mind set at the moment would allow for anything else. Please excuse me, I’ll be in my office if you hear anything.”
“Sasaki-san, wait.” Daisuke turned and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “I didn’t mean to offend you. As I said the other day, you are terribly sexy. Souta and I would be delighted if you wanted to join us, wouldn’t we?”
“Oh shit yeah,” the assassin panted, sliding a hand under his belly to squeeze his leaking erection. “I bet you're hung like a horse.”
“See, the invitation is there if you’re interested,” the Shuhan insisted.
“I appreciate the offer, Shuhan-sama,” Makoto said sincerely. “You have no idea how much, but I’m afraid I can’t accept. It would feel like a betrayal.”
“I understand. We’ll get him back soon, I’m sure.”
“I hope you’re right. I made Yoshi a promise and I don’t wish to lose his trust.” The interrogator headed towards the door, stopping to remark, “Perhaps I should visit Rin, I’m sure she’d love some company.”
“Have fun,” the Shuhan replied. “Let me know what you find out.”
“Of course.” Makoto shut the doors firmly behind him. A kinky Kobayashi no Shuhan. He shook his head as if it would clear the images from his mind. An OPENLY kinky Shuhan, he corrected himself, remembering what he knew about Kobayashi-sama and Rin.
“Alright, Dai, spill. Just what the hell is going on with Takahashi?” Souta demanded as soon as the door clicked shut. “Every time I ask you find some way to distract me, but it keeps coming up. If you don't want me snooping around on my own, you'd better fill me in.”
“If I tell you, you can’t breathe a word of it, ever. Do you really think you can manage that?”
“Of course. I am shinobi, after all.”
“It's just that it could be dangerous. You don’t want Yoshi for an enemy,” the Shuhan fretted.
“Dai, seriously,” Souta continued, “I’m more likely to put my foot in my mouth if I don’t know what's going on. You’re worried, the elders are worried, hell, even Makoto's worried, and he doesn’t give a shit about anything.”
“Oh, I think you’re wrong there, Sou,” Daisuke said with a mysterious smile. “But I’ll tell you.” He recounted what Yoshi had gone through, making sure to include Makoto's ill-disguised affection for the damaged shadow wolf.
When he finished he was shocked to see tears in his lover's eyes. “Oh, Sou, it’ll be alright. We’re doing everything we can to find him and bring him home.”
“I’m a horrible person, Dai,” the assassin choked. “I didn’t know, I didn’t mean anything.”
“What, beloved? What didn’t you mean?” the Shuhan asked as he pulled his lover into a tight embrace.
“I called Takahashi a lazy whore,” Souta replied in a thick husky voice. “I was in a hurry and he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and I ran right into him, fell on my ass. I was pissed. I was just trying to get a rise out of him, I didn’t mean…”
“It's alright, Sou, it's alright.” Daisuke hummed as he rocked them gently. “Tatsuya felt the same way. I’ll tell you what I told him, Yoshi just wants to be treated normally, I’m sure he doesn’t hold it against you. I would refrain from making any similar comments around Makoto though, he doesn’t have much of a sense of humor where Takahashi-san's concerned.”
“I have no idea. Do you want me to call Makoto back so you can ask him?”
“Kami, no.” Souta shuddered, glancing down at his now deflated length. “In fact, this whole thing has kind of killed my mood. Can we pick this up later, baby?”
“Of course,” the Shuhan replied as he kissed his lover sweetly. “Anything for you.”
****
Makoto took his time descending the stairs to the holding cells, reviewing what he knew about Yoshi's past in preparation for questioning the former Shuhan. Okay, here goes nothing. “Rin, I believe it is time for you and I to have a little chat,” he rumbled as he unlocked the door to her cell. “Let's go somewhere a bit more, comfortable, shall we?”
The interrogator grasped her arm in an iron fist and steered her down the corridor and into an empty room. “Where is Takahashi?”
“Lost him already, have you?” she asked with a smile. “Told you he was a pervert. He's probably out whoring himself. Have you checked the pleasure district?”
A vein bulged in the interrogator's temple at her taunts, but he forced himself to remain calm and stay focused. “Someone took him. Who would that have been, Rin? It will help your situation if we recover him.”
“I don’t need your help. But it would seem you need mine. What are you going to give me in return, Makoto?”
“Your life,” the interrogator growled. “Where is Takahashi?”
“I can take you to him,” Rin offered. “Just take these suppression cuffs off me and I’ll be able to sense him, it's part of the ki binding.”
“Let me guess, you need your hands free, too. I think not. Let's try this again. Where is Takahashi? Tell me and you won’t suffer too badly.”
“Where's Genki?” she demanded. “I should be questioned by the Shuhan, not some flunky.”
“Genki isn’t Shuhan,” Makoto replied with an unsettling smile. “And he wants nothing to do with you.”
“Not Hoshu.”
“No, not Hoshu,” he agreed. “The clans went in a different direction, but it doesn’t really matter. Shuhan-sama is far too busy to bother with the likes of you. If you choose not to help then you can just go back to rotting in your cell.”
“I never said I wouldn’t help. I said I couldn’t, not without my ki.” The kunoichi decided to try and bargain. “I’m not going anywhere with you watching me. Take off the cuffs for five minutes and you’ll get your precious shadow wolf back.”
Makoto studied Rin warily, if he made a mistake and she escaped it would be his head on the chopping block. “I think not. I’ll lend you mine instead.” That way I maintain control. He laid a massive hand on her shoulder and began channeling ki.
Rin concentrated as she traced a series of kanji in the air, eyes going wide when she realized where Yoshi was. “I found him. Should I take you there?”
****
“Wake up beautiful, we’re home.”
“Makoto?” Yoshi croaked as he tried to turn toward the source.
“No, pet, it's me,” Kazuki's apprentice whispered. “Remember? I rescued you from Kobayashi shuudan.” Hard fingers stroked and pinched Yoshi's pale flesh. “I’ve waited so long for you to be mine. I refuse to wait any longer.”
Kenta's hands slid loose sweat pants down long legs, leaving Yoshi bare to his appreciative gaze. “Get me nice and wet, baby.” The delusional man forced the elite to his knees, pressing his hardened length against unwilling lips.
Yoshi tried to turn away, but an unrelenting hand twisted him to face front, thumb digging into the jaw joint until he opened his mouth. Kenta began to frantically fuck his face, slamming his hips forward hard enough to split the shadow wolf's lip on his canine tooth. The blood only excited him further and he buried his fists in soft snowy strands, yanking the elite to his feet and slamming him face first onto the bed.
The sight of that perfect ass poised in the air drove Kenta wild with lust. He brought his arm down hard to deliver a stinging smack, his arousal surging as red bloomed on the pale skin. Again and again he swung with as much force as he could muster, but aside from an almost imperceptible tightening of his muscles Yoshi remained silent and still. His mind far away as he sought a way to get word of his whereabouts to the shuudan.
The apprentice's control snapped and he buried himself in the shadow wolf's unprepared entrance, immediately beginning a series of punishing strokes. His ardor further fueled by the feeling of Yoshi's blood lubricating his cock and easing the way. “You’re even better than I imagined, beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
His strokes became erratic and he finally came with a grunt, filling the pale ass with his come before pulling out. Kenta flipped the elite over, the smug smile dropping from his face when he took in Yoshi's sullen expression and flaccid length. “What's your problem?”
“I don’t think he's as enthusiastic about this reunion as you are pet,” Kazuki husked from the shadows by the door. The spell-caster glided forward until he stood nose to nose with his apprentice before turning and pulling the shadow wolf into his arms. “He's a pretty thing, Kenta, and pretty things need to be handled with care.” The legendary spell-caster ran a gentle hand over the swell of Yoshi's ass, sending healing ki deep into the tissues to ease the discomfort before pulling him into a passionate kiss. “Far too pretty for the likes of you,” the powerful nin declared, breaking the kiss to caress a pale cheek.
“But, master,” Kenta protested. “You promised he’d be mine.”
“And he was,” Kazuki hissed. “Was being the operative word. Now he's mine.” He twined his fingers with the shadow wolf's and towed him toward the door.
What the hell is going on? Yoshi panicked at the sudden interest. “I believe you and I have much in common, pretty one,” Kazuki husked, pulling the shadow wolf from his reverie. “The unwanted attentions of Kobayashi-sama, for example.”
Yoshi scrutinized the man next to him, desperate to understand what he was saying. “I, too, suffered at Kobayashi-sama's hands. You are welcome to stay here, with me. No one will bother you, or force you, although,” Kazuki continued, “I would welcome your company in my bed. Should you care to join me, that is.”
The shadow wolf inclined his head slightly by way of reply, wary of trusting himself to voice an appropriate response. “Come with me then.” Yoshi found himself following in a daze, away from Kenta and his twisted desires.
“These are my private quarters.” Kazuki threw open a set of double doors on a comfortable suite of rooms. The shadow wolf tried not to fidget when he realized that there was only one bed, and he would soon be sharing it with the man next to him.
“Yoshi,” the spell-caster sing-songed, wrenching his attention back to the situation at hand. “Come join me.” He patted the bed. “I promise not to bite.”
The shadow wolf shuddered at the thought. He remembered all too well the ones who liked to bite. “I didn’t mean to scare you, pretty one,” Kazuki whispered. “I didn’t think. Please, just sit and talk with me.”
Yoshi slid onto the bed, one leg curled underneath him while the other hung over the side, facilitating a rapid escape. “That's better,” the legendary continued as he slowly began to stroke soft, colorless, strands, massaging the tense scalp beneath until the shadow wolf started to relax. Only then did he move to capture the wary elite's lips in a slow, tender kiss.
“I meant what I said,” Kazuki muttered. “It's been a long time since anyone shared my bed, for reasons I’m sure you understand. I’d like it if we could share pleasure together. I find you … alluring.”
Yoshi's eyes went wide at the last admission. He quickly analyzed the situation, coming to the conclusion that he would be in a much stronger position as Kazuki's lover than as the one who had rejected him. Course chosen he spared a moment to send an apology to Makoto before pulling the dark haired man into his lap and kissing him with passio
n.
Yoshi smiled at the way the handsome legendary melted into the kiss, maneuvering them to lie flat before slowly starting to peel the garments off Kazuki's upper body. Once the shirt was shed the shadow wolf bent to lap and suckle flat nipples until they hardened, nipping the taut buds and sending shudders through the smaller man's frame.
“Like that do you?” Yoshi smiled, empowered by the reaction he was drawing. He laved a wet trail down a tense abdomen, easing restrictive garments over lean hips before rubbing his cheek against the twitching erection. “Do you want this?” he mouthed against the silky shaft, appreciating the way wiry muscles twitched and jumped as snowy strands brushed across Kazuki's taut thigh.
“You won’t hurt me?”
“Oh, no, no,” the shadow wolf soothed. “Only pleasure, it doesn’t have to hurt.” He wrapped experienced lips around the tip, flicking his tongue in the slit as his lips massaged the sensitive skin behind the head. Yoshi smiled around his mouthful when Kazuki let out a loud moan, the sound spurring him to take the length deep in his throat as he hummed his approval.
As soon as the responsive body beneath him started to thrust the shadow wolf changed his tactics, letting the throbbing erection slide from his mouth as he moved to suckle tight, swollen balls. Kazuki's head thrashed, inky strands fanning out across the bedding as he fought against the pleasure surging through him. “Relax, enjoy,” Yoshi whispered huskily before spreading tense cheeks, licking a wet path down the crack to lap and nuzzle the tight pucker.
Kazuki let out a hoarse cry when the shadow wolf's talented tongue pushed through the clenched ring, and he spread his legs as far as they could go, unconsciously presenting himself to enraptured mismatched eyes. When a long finger finally slid inside, shivers raced through his lean frame and Yoshi moved up to capture thin lips in a heated kiss.
